I have always had to stifle a yawn when someone begins a sentence with: “The exchange rate means you’ll only get, what? How many to the pound?” I’m gone.
The list of questions that make my eyes glaze over has increased exponentially since becoming a mother. My shoulders now droop whenever I hear any of the following at the opening of a conversation:
“You’ve got to think about schools..have you thought about schools?….” (especially when spoken at approximately 15 weeks gestation)
“Does he sleep through the night?” (especially when the answer is “no” because baby is one week old and would starve if he did)
“Do you miss work?” (especially at the very moment I am trying to wipe toothpaste from my jeans, porridge from my hair and sweat from my brow while carrying 30 kilos of human flesh and metal)
There are about 168 more. I will be listing these in a separate compendium.
What makes your shoulders droop?